You people of the South don't know what you are doing. This country will be drenched in blood, and God only knows how it will end.

But, my dear sirs, when peace does come, you may call on me for any thing. Then will I share with you the last cracker, and watch with you to shield your homes and families against danger from every quarter.

I would make this war as severe as possible, and show no symptoms of tiring till the South begs for mercy.

You may as well say, 'That's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.

There is many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory, but, boys, it is all hell. You can bear this warning voice to generations yet to come. I look upon war with horror.

...[We] must stop these swarms of Jews who are trading, bartering and robbing.

I will not accept if nominated, and will not serve if elected.